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Starting from the profile two-shot — the woman's face on the LEFT, the man's face on the RIGHT, inches apart, looking at each other. Seconds 1-2: the woman's face on the LEFT begins pulling away from him. She breaks the close distance first — her head draws back slowly, her eyes dropping from his eyes to his mouth then away. She turns her head to the RIGHT and her body follows. She stands and moves to the RIGHT, her figure passing ACROSS his face and past him to the RIGHT side of frame, going out of focus as she passes. Her dark hair and oatmeal sweater blur across him. He does NOT move. He stays exactly where he is. She exits frame completely to the RIGHT by second 2. Seconds 3-4: he is alone in frame. Close-up on his face in profile, the same position as before but now she is gone. The space on the LEFT where her face was is now empty — just the grey sky and ocean through the railing. He is still looking LEFT at where her face just was. His eyes are fixed on the empty air. He does not blink. ONE FULL SECOND of him staring at the empty space where she was. His jaw tightens. His lips press together. Seconds 5-7: he blinks once slowly. Then his head turns to the RIGHT — following the direction she left. The turn is slow, reluctant, his eyes leading his head. Camera holds on his face as it rotates from LEFT-facing profile to RIGHT-facing profile. His expression shifts during the turn — from stunned stillness to something raw and open, the look of a man watching someone walk away who he is not ready to lose. His eyes track her off-frame to the RIGHT. Seconds 8-10: he is now in profile facing RIGHT, looking at where she went. His mouth opens slightly. He exhales. HIS MOUTH MOVES AND HE SAYS one line very quietly, barely a whisper, still looking right: "Yeah. I'm in trouble." His mouth closes. His eyes stay fixed to the RIGHT. Wind moves his hair. Hold. AUDIO: seconds 1-2: the rustle of her sweater and hair as she pulls away and passes him. Her bare feet on wood, two steps, moving right and receding. Seconds 3-4: silence. Just wind. The emptiness where her breathing was. Seconds 5-7: the faint creak of his neck turning. Wind through the railing. Distant waves. Seconds 8-10: his voice barely above breath, rough, private — a man talking to himself. Wind and ocean underneath. No music. Diegetic only.